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Discord culture

-*the chat is super busy but instead of partcipating in the conversation you are just watching it scroll by and reading everything, nodding and agreeing at messages and giggling*

In addition if you are mod:

-Trying to pin a message in DMs but starting a video call instead, completely by accident

- turning off @ everyone notifications in a server and finally getting a notification only to see it’s that one role for a game that’s used once in a blue moon

hot new kin on the block

I’m super not-okay with that Mike Dawson “Why Did They Come” comic. If you’re a graphic artist in the U.S.? You know damn well what Maus is. Goyische graphic artists do not get to use the mouse-cat analogy for people fleeing their countries due to oppression, especially if those people aren’t Jewish, and certainly not if the text of the panel that does involve Jews absurdly downplays what was actually happening.

Oh, it’s even worse than I thought. It says “Apologies to Art Spiegelman and Don Bluth.” Nope. Nope nope nope, you don’t get to rip this off. Make the same point and just change the fucking mice/cat thing – it’s not that hard.

This makes me really uncomfortable. I mean… the whole Jews-as-rats imagery used in Maus was explicit reclamation of an intensely antisemitic trope and… It’s just not an okay thing for goyim to imitate.

The comic on Dawson’s tumblr has like 44,000 notes, and this post has like a thousand. 

me: i wanna join discord servers and make more friends

concept

you know… these guys

Hi op I hope this satisfies your needs.

Needs more worms

Fuck you guys.

My fellow fuckers, I present you-

Okay so this is so important. Please don’t ignore this post if you think it doesn’t apply to you, because even if it doesn’t, it could be happening to someone you care about. And it may seem like nothing, it feels like it’s nothing for a while but after hearing people say just how boring or dumb something you love is… well, you start to believe it. Before you realise it you find yourself not finishing stories or sentences because there’s a voice in your head saying “shut up, no one cares” and just like that those things you used to love so much lose their spark. They no longer make you as happy as before, everything is tainted and you hate yourself for not fitting in, for not being as interesting as everyone else. Because if everyone says you aren’t then they must be right? But no! It’s not true and you tell yourself that everytime, but it’s not enough. You have to learn to love the things you used to love again.

Also, speaking as an autistic dude rebloggin from another autistic dude, this treatment/feeling is so much a part of the autistic experience it ain’t even funny.